Louise Bogan Poems
|2.||To Be Sung On The Water||10/24/2013|
|3.||Statue And Birds||4/15/2010|
|5.||Words For Departure||1/13/2003|
|7.||Chanson Un Peu Naïve||1/13/2003|
|8.||Solitary Observation Brought Back From A Sojourn In Hell||1/3/2003|
|11.||The Frightened Man||1/13/2003|
|13.||Epitaph For A Romantic Woman||1/3/2003|
|16.||Men Loved Wholly Beyond Wisdom||1/3/2003|
|19.||Tears In Sleep||1/3/2003|
|21.||To A Dead Lover||4/15/2010|
|22.||Last Hill In A Vista||1/3/2003|
|25.||The Crossed Apple||1/3/2003|
|28.||Song For The Last Act||1/13/2003|
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Song For The Last Act
Now that I have your face by heart, I look
Less at its features than its darkening frame
Where quince and melon, yellow as young flame,
Lie with quilled dahlias and the shepherd's crook.
Beyond, a garden, There, in insolent ease
The lead and marble figures watch the show
Of yet another summer loath to go
Although the scythes hang in the apple trees.
Now that I have your face by heart, I look.
Now that I have your voice by heart, I read
In the black chords upon a dulling page
Music that is not meant for music's cage,
Whose emblems mix with words that ...
Up from the bronze, I saw
Water without a flaw
Rush to its rest in air,
Reach to its rest, and fall.
Bronze of the blackest shade,
An element man-made,
Shaping upright the bare
Clear gouts of water in air.